In the midnight
When the last train goes by safely
Over the iron bridge with crushing sound
Certainly God also goes to sleep
The iron bars breath again in peace
He too goes to sleep
The bridge is now old
Very old
Every night he dreams shortly
To be rejuvenated
But Alas!
The train everyday carries
The innocent ones
The old iron bars try hard to be fit
And then sighs!
One-day an MP was coming alone
In a special train
Now the whole bridge is
Very thoughtful
Does it think different?
Does it?
Only the bridge knows!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
expressive wonderful something- The train everyday carries The innocent ones The old iron bars try hard to be fit And then sighs! ..//